The day was cold as
I walk along the old train tracks
as the autumn breeze blows against my back.
Each leave that falls from the surround trees
crunches will a satisfying ease
as I walk along, stifling a sneeze.
The old train tracks began to shake
and my knees began to quake.
I heard the sound of a nearby train
as one thought flowed through my brain.
Run.
I tried to flee
but I was frozen to my spot
and couldn't break free.
As the train drew closer
I closed my eyes
and knew I was about to cross over.
All at once everything happened.
My body moved to keep me from getting flattened.
The train rumbled by as I lay on the ground.
Soon it passed and there was not a sound.
That was the last time I ever went to the old train tracks.
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December: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems from my diary for when you're feeling down. Author @GirlAmongstTheStars first collection of poetry. December offers a darker outlook on life. Note- Please do not copy my work. Cover art by me. UPDATE FROM AUTHOR- 'Life: A Coll...
